You deserve good things, and I want to be one of them.
â€” Ellen Hopkins (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
there is a particular sweetness in being alone
â€” (i.t.) - this is what it is to be alone (via isisthornes)
I wish the blood that poured out of my wrists was my sadness.
â€” Heather Vance (via schlafwandel)
It’s all about falling in love with yourself and sharing that love with someone who appreciates you, rather than looking for love to compensate for a self love deficit.
â€” Eartha Kitt (via gothics)
That’s what bothers me since the day that he became so busy. I hate the feeling, I really hate it. I get paranoid, I get worried, I get sad for no apparent reason, I- I am just sad. Boo boo I hate this. If only I know what can I do. Should I say this thing to him? Or should I just shut up? WEIRD FEELING. Nevermind.